One minute everybody’s cool, and in the
next this place goes absolutely crazy. It’s so hard to just sit back and not
get involved in things that shouldn’t go on.

This one lowlife was trying to have his
way with his cellie [cellmate] by systematically putting his hands on his butt,
grabbing his penis and saying he’s only playing with him. Then at night, he said
certain things that have to do with him having sex.

So the little guy and I mean little as
in 5’2” and 125 lbs came to me. Why? I believe because God sent him. His cellie
is this little black guy who’s about 5’6” and 185 lbs who thinks he’s a super
badass.

I just can’t stand bullies of any sort.
It really pisses me off when people prey on the weak because they can. I sat at
a table, called the guy over and had a kind of positive discussion with him.

He got defensive and that night he was
sharpening a piece of metal his cellie told me at daybreak. When we went to
chow at the mess hall, the dude cut the line in front of me, trying to get me
to react to his little game. Ha ha!

I just stepped back and slapped him
upside the head, grabbed his right hand and took his weapon. He was shocked
because he had no offence or defence. I grabbed him by the throat and simply
told him to leave the yard.

That day, the guards called him and his
cellie to the yard office because they got word of his behaviour and they moved
him.

No one likes a bully rapist!

I now have to deal with a guy who has a
drug problem and this sicko wants him to pay in a sex act.

So you can see things are still the same
here. It gets cool for a while, and when new people come or guys get bored from
nothing to do because of a mind-set that is already flawed, they do what’s been
instilled into their hearts and minds.

So pray for me, for God to give me the
strength to do the right thing.

Due to requests I've received, the plight of two innocent men in prison and Ken Kratz talking smack about me, I've halted work on my War on Drugs Trilogy to write a new book: Making a Murderer: The Framing of Steven Avery and Brendan Dassey by Kratz and Other Parasites
All of the profits are going to Steven Avery, Brendan Dassey and to give free books to schoolkids and prisoners. Anyone who wishes to contribute to the book with content or who can help with cover design etc please email me attwood.shaun@hotmail.co.uk
Let's take this slime-ball Kratz down once and for all!

Woke up to messages from all over the world from people ecstatic about Brendan Dassey's imminent freedom.

Just got off the phone with the Harry Potter star Miriam Margoyles a.k.a. Professor Sprout (the nurse in Black Adder) who spearheaded our protest outside of the US embassy. Miriam is overwhelmed and thanks all of the supporters for their efforts.

Here's a video in which I interview Miriam and other protesters (courtesy of the Other Side Productions).

Although Kachinsky’s misconduct was indefensible, the United States Supreme Court has never accepted arguments such as those Dassey makes here as a basis for relief under
Sullivan.
Therefore, federal law prohibits the court from granting Dassey habeas relief on the first claim he presented to this court. However, the state courts unreasonably found that the investigators never made Dassey any promises during the March 1, 2006 interrogation. The investigators repeatedly claimed to already know what happened on October 31 and assured Dassey that he had nothing to worry about. These repeated false promises, when considered in conjunction with all relevant factors, most especially Dassey’s age, intellectual deficits, and the absence of a supportive adult, rendered Dassey’s confession involuntary under the Fifth and Fourteenth Amendments. The Wisconsin Court of Appeals’ decision to the contrary was an unreasonable application of clearly established federal law.

1 Pablo Escobar was born on a cattle ranch in 1949,
the second year of The Violence, a civil war that left hundreds of thousands
dead. It was popular to stab a victim in the neck, pull the tongue through the
gap and hang it down the chest, which was called wearing a Colombian Necktie.

2 The atmosphere at home was heavily religious. They
had a figurehead of Jesus with realistic blood. After his mother told him
Christ’s story, young Pablo was so sad that when lunch was served, he put a
piece of meat in his corn cake and took it to the figurehead. “Poor man, who
made you bleed? Do you want a little meat?” This act convinced his mother that
he was kind and religious. For the rest of his life, Pablo always tried to
sleep with an image of Jesus nearby.

3 In Peru, Pablo hooked up with suppliers of cocaine
paste who were offering it for $60 a kilo at a time when a kilo of cocaine was
selling for up to $60,000 in America. Pablo discovered he could sell any
amount. To outsmart the authorities, his methods of transportation varied. He
invested in submarines, commissioning his brother, Roberto, to manufacture them
with the help of foreign engineers.

Cocaine submarine

He made so much money from cocaine that he became
the seventh richest man in the world according to Forbes Magazine. From 1987, he made the Forbes richest list seven years in a row. Estimates of his net
worth range up to $30 billion.

Pablo and his son outside of the White House. Pablo aspired to be the president of Colombia

4 A lover of birds, Pablo owned a parrot that
recited the names of Colombian soccer players. Unfortunately, she fell asleep
after drinking some whiskey and was eaten by a cat. After that, Pablo banned
all cats from the zoo at his $100 mill ranch, including lions and tigers.

Entrance to Pablo's ranch, Hacienda Napoles

5 In 1983, his zoo received 60,000 visitors, who
drove through the grounds to watch animals such as antelope, elephants, gazelles,
zebras, exotic birds, giraffes, hippopotami, ostriches, a soccer-playing
kangaroo and an elephant that stole food from people’s cars. On November 17,
1983, Pablo was fined 450,000 pesos for the illegal importation of eighty-five
animals, including camels, elk and a large Amazonian rodent called a capybara.

Capybara

6 Pablo bought a 1930s Cadillac that looked like the
one driven by Al Capone. To make it seem as if Capone had actually owned it,
Pablo strafed it with gunfire.

7 Pablo sang in the shower and had a dry sense of
humour.

When asked by a journalist, “Do you feel bigger than
Al Capone?”

Pablo replied, “I’m not that tall, but I think Al
Capone was a few centimetres shorter than I am.”

8

To shield himself from his enemies, including
the government and the rival Cali Cartel, Pablo commissioned the building of
his own prison called the Cathedral, which he surrendered to. After adorning
the prison with luxuries and ordering the murder of two of his associates who’d
visited the prison, the Galeano and Moncada brothers, special forces raided the
Cathedral, but Pablo escaped on a foggy morning through a hole cut in the fence.

9 Pablo was doomed after a much bigger gangster
tried to take him out: George HW Bush. As part of
his War on Drugs crusade, Bush dispatched multiple agencies including the CIA,
Delta Force and Centra Spike, who worked with the Colombian special forces and a
death squad called Los Pepes, which murdered anyone associated with Pablo. Ex-CIA pilot Chip Tatum has alleged that some of Pablo’s billions in Panama ended up in George HW Bush’s hands, just like Pablo liquidated the assets of the Galeano and Moncada brothers. It was a case of a big gangster shaking down a smaller one.

10 There are conflicting versions of how Pablo
died. His family believes that he
committed suicide. His motto was, “Rather a coffin in Colombia than a jail cell
in America.” Surrounded by special forces, Pablo was shot three times: in his
back, leg and above his right ear. His brother, Roberto, believes the wound
above the ear was the suicide shot. Having pledged to never be captured or
killed, he shot himself in the head to deprive the government of being able to
claim that they had killed him.

My new book about the cocaine billionaire Pablo Escobar just went on sale worldwide today at these links: Amazon UKAmazon USA

The mind-blowing true story of Pablo Escobar and the
Medellín Cartel beyond their portrayal on Netflix.

Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar was a devoted
family man and a psychopathic killer; a terrible enemy, yet a wonderful friend.
While donating millions to the poor, he bombed and tortured his enemies – some
had their eyeballs removed with hot spoons. Through ruthless cunning and America’s
insatiable appetite for cocaine, he became a multi-billionaire, who lived in a
$100-million house with its own zoo.

Shaun Attwood’s War on Drugs trilogy – Pablo Escobar, Mena, and We Are Being Lied
To – is a series of harrowing, action-packed and interlinked true stories
that demonstrate the devastating consequences of drug prohibition.